Vanity of Life

 

Countless times have I felt so small.

So insignificant.

Like a speck of dust,

A grain of sand.

A coconut tossed in the vastness of an ocean.

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I often wonder what God sees in me.

It is written that we are all fearfully and wonderfully made.

It is hard to see the “wonder”  in me sometimes,

When all I see are flaws and imperfections.

Of always trying and never reaching.

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I need a revelation of who I am,

The purpose I am created for.

For whose standards am I living up to?

Seas will never be filled, nor stars numbered.

All is vanity and grasping for the wind.

Heart Matters

 

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

- C.S. Lewis